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The Knight of The Night

So, I suppose my recent poetry has been somewhat depressing. So how about something hopeful? Something rebellious? Something with a point to get across? :) Enjoy guys. Thanks for reading.

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They told me to look for Prince Charming

and you will find him

sooner, rather than later

if you look

but I told them, politely, to go fuck themselves

because I didn't want a Prince Charming

I wanted a Prince with bruises on his face

and scars, so that I could kiss it all better

I don't want perfection, fuck perfection

I'd never be happy if you were perfect

because darling, perfection is boring

and I don't like to be bored

I like the thrill of the ride

excitement, baby, excite me

make me go crazy

because I can't stay sane, tonight

They told me that my knight

would come rescue me

and help me be happy

but what if my knight

is a Knight of the Night

and he needs my assistance

rather than I needing his?

They tell little girls

to wait in your towers and comb your hair

don't leave, don't try, don't dare

let your man find you and wait for you

don't wait for him

don't do anything

that your mother wouldn't do

but I'm a rebel

so I left my tower

told the world to fuck it

and found

the man

who may just be

my man

who isn't boring

who is bruised

and has his own scars

upon his arms and chest

but I'll kiss it all better

and make him happy

someday

because I'll wait for him

and he isn't perfect

but he excites me

Fuck, I love him

my Knight of the Night.